It is song time, what is your favorite song now?

You are more than welcome Bashir.

Let me then share my translation of the whole verse with you.

I have done it quickly for the purpose of research as one of my 'half cast'

nephews is writing his ph.d. on Sudanese Comparative Folk Music:Sudanese vs German.

I gave it a different title:


Unaware of Departure:



(Maho 3arif gadamu lmifariq)
Ibraheem Abdul Jaleel

Doesn't know (he) is departing, Peace with you round the Globe
Summer simoom in the East still promising some hope
(His)star radiated among friends how come he joins dark slope
Oh epoc! Filled with sneaky horrors that turn black hair white
But never mind! Let bygone be gone! Keep cool; no blame
You wrecked my weakened body; leaving nothing for vultures
Except a sorrowful heart but my tongue still untame
What a heart still pulsing as, tearful, in misery, leaving Omdurman
Mother of trustworthy tribes, your earth irrigated with a pregnant cloud
A heaven, a park for wild deer your wide streets or lanes with crowd
Tell me of your 'good evening' in eternal solemnity and order
Eves of pleasure and luxurious cushions still beyond words to describe
Hide your beauty; your fragrance is escaping across the wind to bribe
On the right of the river side where we used to be the first to come
The gracious tomb scenting the atmosphere -Peace to you Imam Al Mahdi-
Wish the love is not so high up; wish the full moon is right here!
Wish he is here that flowery heaven; in youth never knew sins
All dressed in white chastise; looks like a convoy of pigeons
Oh messenger of air roam above him; reach his Godly created soul
When you come back safely; tell me from yonder about the Niles coupling
Loved ones drew attracted all and terminated relations with me
Suits them well be it coquetry or pride; we don't get bored of their adversary
O shiniest beauty among your sisters; fill up your glass and wait a little
Your gathering is still in solemn session; behold whether it is broken or complete
From 'fiteeh' to 'alkhour' to 'almafaliq'; from 'abrouf hills' to its slopes
I pray God for a stroll bare footed and bald headed; along the route of the tram
O my Country full of geniuses; who know no master but your God
They are ready to run risks for you; die as long as you live honored
We never lose hope in return of good; the living will beat all blockages
Until we meet: stay well; Peace My Country.. Peace Be on You!



Translator's Comment: Very special-used Arabic vocabulary most of which is archaic very seldom used.
Again reference is to the country although in some instances the sweet heart is referred to distinctly.


To hassan: I hope it conveys to you the taste of the unequalled meanings.
Personally, I am not satisfied with the translation as I feel I could have
given it a bit of a rhyme.
asha.

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